Page 38 of Watch Me, Daddy

“No. After Daddy finished with the paddle, he’d punish that beautiful body with his cock. Bad girls need to be fucked hard, and that’s exactly what you’d get,” he growled.

“Daddy,” I breathed.

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms until he cupped my pussy. The dark sound of his seductive chuckle rumbled through me as his fingers grazed over the copious wetness gathered between my thighs.

“Naughty girl, you’re turned on by that, aren’t you?”

I refused to answer, too ashamed and aroused and mortified by my body’s reaction. When his fingers slipped over my clit, I stiffened with a sharp cry, not of pain but of need.

“Answer me, princess,” he demanded.

His hand stilled over my pussy, tapping lightly. There was the slightest sting associated with each tap, but it only sought to heighten my desire.

“I can spank more than just your bare little ass, naughty girl. Now answer me before I decide to begin with this pretty pink pussy.”

“But, Daddy,” I protested, too embarrassed to confirm his suspicions.

He lifted his hand and snapped it down firmly. In an instant, sting blossomed over my sensitive folds. The sound echoed loudly, shamefully wet, and ridiculously naughty. I cried out, the burning sting far more than I expected and far worse than the one I’d felt across my bottom last night.

“Yes, Daddy!” I squeaked, my pussy stinging for several long moments. The pain was temporary though, and the desire that followed had only escalated tenfold compared to what I’d been feeling before. I whimpered quietly, trying to keep control of myself, but having difficulty grappling with all the confusing feelings swirling inside me.

“There now, that’s my good girl,” he praised, and my heart warmed, just as his fingers began to circle over my clit. I bit my lip as my hips bucked, unable to keep still as an electric jolt of fiery sensation raced right through me. His possessiveness made my core clench tight. Tentatively, I reached up and palmed my breasts, meeting his eyes with a boldness that stemmed from a mysteriously unknown part of me.

He didn’t chastise me, so I continued. Carefully, I reached up and unbuttoned the top bottom of my pajama top, then the next and the one after that until the fabric parted enough to reveal my little bit of cleavage. His heated gaze turned ravenous as I pushed the cloth aside to expose myself, one breast at a time.

He didn’t ask permission, and I didn’t want him to. He leaned down and captured the hard bud of my nipple with his lips. The tip of his tongue poked forward and circled it, teasing me as his fingers continued to work between my thighs. They continued to circle my clit, faster and faster as his lips closed down around my stiff nipple. Fiery surges of desire raced straight down to my core, and a salacious moan fell off my lips before I could even begin to think to stop it.

“Daddy, please,” I begged.

He continued teasing me, taunting me with light pressure as his teeth grazed over my nipple. My clit pulsed beneath his fingertips, needy and wanting as my body flared red hot with passionate desire.

This was pure, unadulterated bliss.

“What do you need, princess?”

“I need… I need… to… come… Daddy,” I begged.

It took every bit of courage inside me to get the words out, my voice shaking as I quivered beside him. Using the flats of his fingers, he pressed harder and the tendrils of pleasure within me exploded in a fiery display. I moaned and my hips bucked harder, grinding myself against him as I teetered on the edge of climax.

He didn’t keep me waiting there long. He practically pushed me off the cliff into a blazing hot freefall of exquisite euphoria that held me completely captive the moment it began. My back arched cleaned off the bed as his teeth clamped down on my nipple, biting down hard as my release took hold, driving it higher and higher. I whimpered, but it sounded more like a moan than anything else.

Pain and pleasure twisted together into one indiscernible sensation, dragging me under the surface and taking my breath away as though I was deep underwater. I suffered and soared through one moment of agonizing bliss after the next, until my release reached a magnificent crescendo of white-hot ecstasy.

When I finally came down, he released my left nipple and moved to the right. I didn’t even protest when he bit down on the other and forced me into a second orgasm almost as quickly as the first. I writhed and moaned and took every last second of painfully delicious bliss.

By the time I finally came down, my eyes were glittering with stars and my cheeks were as red-hot as the rest of me. My clit pulsed beneath his fingers as he slowed down, lazily circling my needy bud as I twitched with powerful aftershocks that felt almost as hard as orgasms all on their own.

“That’s my good girl. You came good and hard for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said with a blush.

Every time I uttered that word, a delightful taboo thrill raced down my spine, like I was doing and saying something especially naughty while knowing it turned him on and made his cock rock hard, too.

“I fucking love that,” he purred.

My pussy clenched down hard, the raspy sound of his voice causing a jolt to race straight to my core. When it passed, I panted with heat.

“If you’re a good girl today, I might just reward you with my cock tonight,” he whispered, and I gasped with eager anticipation. It was as if his voice had a direct connection to my core, igniting it with fiery, passionate heat with every delectable syllable.

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